north and south

Between Christmas and New Years, we took a little road trip to visit SK’s grandmother. On the way up, we stopped in Atlanta for the night. Atlanta is always a good time.






they wanted a dog for Christmas, so I got this sweater

They wanted a dog for Christmas, so I got this sweater.

The next morning, I convinced SK that I HAD to go to IKEA… on a Saturday… during the holidays. If you’ve been to IKEA, you know what I am talking about. It was a zoo, and I was terrified we were going to lose our children and/or sanity. Apparently, IKEA is the Swedish word for hell. I will not go back. Who am I kidding? I will.


After the detour, we headed out for North Carolina. It was great to visit with Cecilia. We all love her dearly and try to see her whenever we can make the trip.



We also got to visit with Aunt Toni and Uncle Bruce. Their house is just across the border in South Carolina in the most beautiful area. We stayed the night with them, and Wells and Graham had the best time. They particularly loved asking Uncle Bruce 1 million questions and playing with their dogs, Diva and Jilly.




Of course, G fell into the freezing water about five minutes after that last picture.

walk of shame to change

walk of shame


Later that evening, Wells got a splinter in his foot. It was pretty big, so we decided to try to get it out with tweezers. You would have thought we decided to cane him instead. He was screaming and acting crazy as an outhouse rat. Four grownups, two of whom are in the medical profession, had to hold him down so we could get it out. At one point, he screamed, “Y’all are trying to kill me!” If anyone would have heard it, they would have surely called DHS. Good thing Toni and Bruce live on the side of a mountain. During all the commotion and carrying on, Graham walked up and said, “let’s go to dinner… I’m starving to death.” Surprisingly, they both survived.

The next day, we packed up and headed out. We all hated to leave, but Wells was especially sad. I think he would have brought the dogs with him if we (and Aunt Toni and Uncle Bruce) would have let him. The sweater might not cut it for much longer.


Wells was standing next to the slope and Diva decided she wanted to play.  Wells said,

Wells was standing next to the slope and Diva decided she wanted to play. Wells said, “I think she just tried to kill me…”


Peace out.

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  1. OMG! Em got an inch-long splinter there two years ago and we all tried holding him down to get it out. I ended up laying him in front of the tv and using Mike’s Leatherman tool to CUT IT OUT. Now he won’t walk there without shoes or slippers on (thankfully) and I bring extra pointy tweezers and pocket knife. I’m not even kidding.

    And the boys might have a fight on their hands over Diva and Jilly – my boys wanted to bring them home, too.

    Hope to see y’all this spring!

  2. I truly don’t know what else to say to you except that (in the most non-stalkerish way possible, promise) I want to BE you. You guys are just way too cute for your own good. Period.

  3. I haven’t read blogs in AGES and am apparently up at 1:30am catching up. Cracking. Up. It’s really a shame your boys don’t have more of a personality!!